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My Lord, when I sing for YouIn the morning,
The Beauty of Your Eyes
Comes and feeds me.
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 14, Agni Press, 1999
In the morning,
The Beauty of Your Eyes
Comes and feeds me.
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